Time to burrow down
be a seed, holding life tight
deep in the dark soil–Margaret Simon
Posted in Poetry, tagged #haikuforhealing, haiku-a-day on December 14, 2016| 1 Comment »
Time to burrow down
be a seed, holding life tight
deep in the dark soil–Margaret Simon
Posted in Poetry, Slice of Life, tagged #haikuforhealing, Christmas, Linda Baie, ornaments on December 13, 2016| 8 Comments »
Haiku #13
There, in twinkling lights
a Teddy Bear, nutcracker,
an angel watches.
The ornaments on the Christmas tree take me on a journey of memories. I am borrowing this idea from Linda Baie who wrote about her ornaments memories here.
I don’t know why, but I hesitate to unpack the ornaments each year. I don’t like doing it alone. So my daughter Maggie came over to help me, even though she now has a home of her own. I appreciated her help, but mostly I appreciated the impetus to get it done. In her words, “Let’s do this thing!” I turned on the Christmas CDs, and we dug in.
“Should we hang this one?” I asked. “The year you hated Santa Claus. Look at that face!”
My husband, Jeff, has a special ornament we hang each year. His second grade teacher made it for him, sequins on a styrofoam ball, spelling out his name.
I never seem to remember where I packed my favorite ornament, the one my mother gave me from the National Cathedral when I only had two daughters. This is one of those breakable, precious ornaments that I wrap well and put away in its own box. But which bin did I put it in? After Maggie left and I was preparing to put the bins back into the closet, I gave it one more try, patiently opening and closing boxes, wrapping and unwrapping tissue paper. Then I found it. I hung it high on the tree, safe from little hands that we don’t really have around, and mischievous paws which are circling the tree as if it’s a new toy.
A more recent ornament was made by a local artist illustrating our church, The Church of the Epiphany. This ornament reminds me of the true meaning of Christmas. I look forward to singing in the loft (which once held slaves before the Civil War) on Christmas Eve.
What ornaments do you treasure year to year? Happy Holidays!
Posted in Photography, Poetry, tagged #haikuforhealing, Bayou Teche, haiku-a-day on December 12, 2016| 1 Comment »
Posted in Poetry, Poetry Friday, tagged #haikuforhealing, haiku-a-day on December 9, 2016| 19 Comments »
I am small. What difference can I make? Who knows or cares? When I get into this kind of self-talk, I am defeated before I even try. What good is this hate talk? Isn’t there enough of it in the world?
Then I read from other writers:
Trust your power. It’s all there. The moon has lit your path. You have the fire of ambition. You have a vast sea of emotions and ideas. You hold a magic wand and a symbolic sword––the means to write across the sky.
–Jane Kelley, Smack Dab in the Middle.
Recently I jumped into a writing assignment that I began to doubt I was ready for. I had a hard time when the editor kept pushing back. But isn’t that what makes it all worth it? At the same time, I questioned whether or not I was worthy. Each response sent me back to my poem, my idea, my self. Writing from the heart tugs at your perseverance. Do I dare let anyone see this part of me?
Then there is a community of writers, penning a poem a day, tweeting out poetry in response to our world. I am grateful for this push to put my voice out there. I am grateful to listen to their words, too.
Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
Mary Lee Hahn at Poetrepository
Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise
Buffy Silverman at Buffy’s Blog
Jone Rush MacCulloch at DeoWriter
Diane Mayr, posted on Thursdays at Random Noodling
Julie Johnson at Raising Readers and Writers
Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
Carol Varsalona at Beyond LiteracyLink
Carol Wilcox at Carol’s Corner
Julianne Harmatz tweeting @jarhartz
Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes at Today’s Little Ditty
If I missed someone, please let me know.
Join in with #haikuforhealing
Posted in Poetry, tagged #haikuforhealing, Christmas, haiku-a-day on December 8, 2016| 3 Comments »
When you live near a bayou, sometimes your visitors are green.
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged #haikuforhealing, haiku-a-day on December 7, 2016| 6 Comments »
The inspiration for today’s poem came in a blog post on Smack Dab in the Middle.
Writing advice that basically says Just.Do.It. That is my mantra for this daily challenge. I’m doing it. But in the process, I am discovering a voice. One that wants to be heard. Poetry does that to me. It’s like there is this other me hiding deep inside. She’s not sure how to express herself until she writes one word, then another, then a few more. That’s how it works. Sounds simple. Try it.
Posted in Poetry, Slice of Life, Writing, tagged #haikuforhealing, haiku-a-day on December 6, 2016| 15 Comments »
The news channels have been turned to the Hallmark channel. The living room smells of Douglas fir and burning wood. The front door welcomes visitors with poinsettias and a wreath.
It’s looking like Christmas. The days are short and darken early. This journey to winter solstice seems slow and cold. I want to make soup. I want to curl up with a warm blanket and drink hot tea. But this season also begs for things to get done. Shopping. Decorating. Writing Christmas cards. Wrapping… the list goes on…
Once a day I slow down. I open my notebook and pen a haiku or two. Poetry makes me stop and pay attention. Haiku-a-day for December. #haikuforhealing
Join me in taking a small moment to stop and listen. Join me in making Advent what it’s truly meant to be…a time of waiting.
The tree is waiting,
like me, in time we will know
secrets hidden here
–Margaret Simon
Posted in Poetry, tagged #haikuforhealing, haiku-a-day, PicMonkey on December 5, 2016| 3 Comments »
Posted in Celebration Saturday, Poetry, tagged #commonplacemarvels, #haikuforhealing, field trips, Jim Foret, Mr. Al oak tree, nature, preservation on December 3, 2016| 6 Comments »
Reds, golden autumn
pushes its way to winter
with silent leaf fall
–Margaret Simon
More about the haiku-a-day project here.
This week I grabbed the opportunity to take my students outside. We met Mr. Jim Foret, a naturalist and professor from ULL, at Mr. Al, a 150+ year old oak in our community.
Mr. Jim has known Mr. Al for awhile. He was instrumental in saving this amazing oak from being destroyed. Once the blue-haired ladies from Garden Clubs along with the Optimist Club and many school children got involved, the legislatures listened and ordered LADOTD (Louisiana Department of Transportation and Development) to move this old oak from its original home to its specialized, protected home now. Jim explained that the time was terrible to move the tree, but the progress on the service road was halted, so he had to be moved in mid-summer of 2011, a summer of no rain.
Jim figured out just the right amount of water to give Mr. Al. For years, he paced and worried about Mr. Al’s survival and questioned his own resolve to save him. And the sprawling, amazing oak made it, and has withstood the test of time. “He will probably outlive all of you,” Jim explained to the children and parents.
Mr. Al is a community icon. Boy Scouts have mulched him. ULL students have planted prairie grasses. And many others pass by and wave. If you are traveling down Highway 90 away from New Iberia toward New Orleans, take a minute to say hello. Loving care has saved this old grandfather oak, and loving care will sustain him.
I celebrate the history of the land.
I celebrate the gift of an oak and his master.
I celebrate exposing my students to nature.